CAUGHT IN A WEB
The church clock chimes ten.
It’s a reminder of the undaunted
Passage of time and
Life caught in a web.
I hurry and scribble
A few words, lest I forget,
On the blank pages of my mind.
Of things that I cared for,
Of people I had failed.
Should I tear up the letters
Outliving their purpose,
Or save them to smell
In bitter moments of despair?
Should I wait for the morning to break,
or pray to the Rain Gods
To hold the showers in check,
So I could run across the street
To get a rose for my beloved,
Languishing in a surgical bed?
But, shush, how can I?
He's not mine,
No, not anymore.
Should I stay in
And plug in
for a fresh brew of coffee?
Or pass it, so I won’t wake
In the middle of the night
Fearing God’s rage for my sins
And lack of mercy?
But there’s no time to dither,
No time to falter;
In a moment darkness could fall --
And swallow up the morsels of joy
That still linger with hope
In the beat of my heart.
There’s no time
To lick the wounds,
to wonder and weigh,
No time to blame and curse,
But do what you may.
The moment is now --
And I must run.
I should open the door
And step out in the rain
To love and forgive,
Before it’s too late
and I go insane.
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